by Jamie Lake
“You should have been mine,” he said, I could feel his cock growing on top of me, thickening, hardening, pressing against my thigh. I swallowed dryly, trying now not to squirm too much. It was as massive as the rest of him.
He rumbled and growled as he lowered his face to my neck and allowed the bristles of his scruff to brush against my skin. With a long, hot lave of his tongue, he licked the side of my neck between my shoulder and the base of my neck. My skin tingled where his slick, hot tongue moved over my skin. Another sound of gravelly approval issued from his throat.
Anger, hurt and confusion bubbled up inside me. I knew he wanted me and I couldn’t say what he was doing wasn’t turning me on, because it was. But I had a loyalty to Buck that I refused to let go of, and I didn’t want any part of what he wanted to do to me. My body may have responded, but my heart and soul only wanted Buck. To give in to my carnal wants would break my own heart.
I turned my neck so I didn’t have to look at his hypnotic, glowing eyes. I was afraid I’d become intoxicated by them and wouldn’t be able to resist his advances. His body was so warm, so strong, and his masculine scent filled my senses, made my head swim.
“You don’t have to resist,” he said, his low voice cooing to me. “This doesn’t have to be a struggle. Give in. Give in to your temptations, you know you want me. You know I want you. I can see it in your eyes.” He sounded smug again, his voice a low, rumbling growl. He was so sure of himself. There was something to the arrogant confidence he projected. It was strong, sexy.
I turned my head the other direction, fighting the temptation. He chuffed in irritation and pulled his hips back before slamming them against mine. I could feel his rock-hard cock between my legs and pushing up against my balls. I groaned with agony and stimulation. My own cock was stirring, pressing up against the seam of my jeans. I ached with a sudden stab of desire. Jesus, why did it have to feel so good?
“Come on, Nathan. Give yourself to me. You know you want it, you know I can please you. Buck is gone and I’m right here. I can please you more than he did, I’m much more … experienced.”
I could smell his manly musk which I should have been disgusted by, but it did the opposite, it drew me in like a siren to its victim, it sang to me, filling my nostrils with his pheromones. My body was an errant ship in a choppy sea, lured by this strange, tempting melody. I crashed upon his shore and my hips bucked upwards of their own volition.
His palm slid from side of my temple to my cheek. “I know he said he’d been watching you all these years, but so had I. If you were anything but just another human do you think I would have chased you, pursued you, stopped at nothing to get to you? I wanted you, I needed you, I had to have you. He knew this, that’s why he tried to mark you, but it was my heart that beat for you, not only his.” Again, I could hear the bitter tinge of pain in his words, see the hurt in his mesmerizing eyes. I didn't want to believe him. I wanted to hate him, be disgusted by him. But I couldn't.
His hand rotated my head so that I would look into his eyes. He was more gentle this time, his touch was firm, uncompromising, but not painful. His eyes had softened completely. And despite their preternatural glow, they looked compassionate and kind, even sad even.
“Give yourself to me,” he insisted again. I thought I caught a pleading edge to his voice.
“No,” I said, just as firmly as I had before.
“You know I could take you if I wanted to. If I wanted to, I would have done that long ago, but I want you to want me, I want you to need me, as I do you. I want you to give yourself to me from your heart as you gave yourself to him.” I could hear the passion in his voice, the broken, raw edges of his hurt. His pleading, low voice was a croon. He rolled his hips against me, let me -feel- his need.
“Never,” I said, but I was wavering. I wondered dully if this were some sort of spell, some sort of power that he had. My body was arching up against his, even as my mind and heart reeled against it.
“I admire your loyalty to him… it’s rare. But I must have you. For us, for a werewolf, when we have found the one we want to be with, we must have them or we become … enraged. My cock, it’s becoming …. full and I must release or … I won’t be able to control my aggression with you. Refuse me as you wish, you won’t need to do anything … I’ll do it all for you myself. I will bring you pleasure beyond your dreams.” He almost sounded apologetic, almost poetic. The arrogant facade was gone. He was raw and open before me, displaying emotion I didn't think Japheth was capable of expressing. It was unmistakable, as much as I wanted to deny it. He was hurting. He was hurting because of me. Because I denied him. The furnace of his gaze blazed with the aching beat of his broken heart.
And with that, as hard as I could resist, he began. I beat on his chest uselessly with my fists. My hands just bounced off the hard, chiseled muscle. It felt like striking stone. This time, he didn't laugh at me, his gaze was still welcoming, open and soft. He bent, his lips half parted with his quickening breath, and he pressed a warm, wet kiss to the corner of my mouth.
I jerked my face away, twisting under him in earnest this time. I had to stop this somehow. I couldn't betray Buck, I wouldn't betray him, even if my body was ready and eager to do just that. Japheth's lips trailed across my jaw and slid over the tender skin of my mouth. I could feel the graze of his teeth prickling along my skin. His lips were so soft and every touch sent shivers up and down my entire body. I bit my lip to stifle a sudden, forbidden moan of pleasure.
His broad, strong hand moved between my legs. I clamped my thighs shut, trapping his hand as it pressed boldly against my semi-hard prick. A little whine issued from his mouth before his lips closed over my earlobe. He suckled gently, rocking his hips against my thigh. God, he was so hard against me. I could feel him throb as the heel of his palm gently grinded against my crotch. He couldn't move his hand much with my legs closed, but the teasing touches he gave me now were enough to make me fully erect.
“Kiss me,” he said, a hot whisper in my ear. “Just once. Kiss me once and then deny me, Nathan.” The tenor of his voice rattled my teeth it was so low. Once again, I was drawn against his rocky shore. I was so tired, so heart-sore. I just wanted this to end, wanted my body to stop betraying me. If a kiss would end it? If a kiss would make him stop, I would do it. Just one kiss.
“No, I-,” I managed to say, my voice broken by a throaty, low moan.
“Yes,” he hissed in my ear.
Slowly, I turned my head to face him, to gaze deeply into those fiery, glowing eyes, those eyes so full of want and hurt and rage. My tongue looped over my lips, wetting them and I drew in a shaking breath. When his mouth crashed against mine, I knew I'd made a mistake in granting this request.
I returned the press of his lips ardently, groaning into his kiss. His tongue parted my lips and filled my mouth with the taste of him, earthy and raw and so very male. My body bucked wildly up against him and my hands grasped his biceps. I felt as though I needed to hold onto something real, something solid. This had to be the work of some insidious spell and I was falling prey to it as my tongue moved against his.
Though it was pure passion, it wasn't rough anymore. It was gentle, almost sweet. The kiss was aching and longing, and when he suckled my bottom lip into his mouth and very gently bit down on the pillow of tender flesh, I moaned. Slowly, my thighs parted, falling open for him. He didn't waste a moment of my surrender. Japheth's hand tugged at my belt, clicking it open. He undid my pants and slowly pulled down the zipper until he could free my erect cock. It was wet with precum, slick and shining. His hand curled around my shaft and he gave me slow, sensuous pumps while he continued to fill my mouth with his tongue and my senses with his scent.
At last, he broke the kiss, but this did not break the spell of lust that had me so entangled. I could have resisted. I should have told him no. We'd made a devil's bargain. One kiss and then I could refuse him. Except that now, I didn't want to. I wanted him just as badly as I'd ever wanted anyone. I
circled my hips, pressing more of my hard cock into his greedy palm. Instead of turning away, my lips found his throat and I nipped at him playfully.
His reaction was immediate. He growled, low and deep, more wolf than man. He released my cock and brought his hand to his mouth. He wet his palm with long licks of his tongue before grasping my dick again. Japheth stroked me, teased his fingertips along the underside of my aching shaft. More and more precum drooled from the tip, rolling down my shaft and slicking my balls. I wanted him to taste me. Taste what he'd done to me. I hated him and wanted him.
My guilt washed away, leaving me only with need and want. I touched him, I ran my hands up his strong, muscular arms as he continued to pump me. His focus was my pleasure. It was unexpected but not unwelcome. Maybe everything he said was true.
Maybe he'd been watching out for me too. The last shred of my resistance melted away when I looked up at him once more. He looked so much like Buck. His face soft with desire and affection, his eyes, everything about him in this moment made him seem just like his brother. And I wanted nothing more than Buck. I wanted Buck inside of me. I wanted Buck to fuck me, take me. I reached down between us and tugged at my pants. He took the cue and assisted me, peeling my jeans from my legs.
I needed this. And if I didn't have it, I was going to beg. A nasty, little voice in my head told me that's just what Japheth wanted. He wanted me begging and needy. He wanted me to forget all about Buck. But I couldn't. I wouldn't. I'd let him have my body, but he'd never have the connection that I had with Buck.
Japheth's broad, strong hands pushed my thighs apart. He spat on his hand, a string of saliva connecting his bottom lip to his palm. He coated his dick in slick saliva, pumping himself over me so that I got the view of him pleasuring himself. Nothing was more divine as I watched his sculpted stomach muscles clench, watched him hiss through his teeth in pleasure.
He licked his palm again and then his hand was between my legs, in between the cleft of my ass. He slicked my entrance, his fingers circling the pucker of my asshole. He pressed a finger in as he bent to kiss me again. He slid that thick digit in and out of my grasping hole as he kissed me, as he slipped his tongue into my eager mouth. Then, as soon as he withdrew his finger, without any more preamble or warning, he entered me.
Sliding into my ass in one smooth motion, Japheth groaned. “You're so fucking tight,” he growled. His hips pressed harder, stuffing more of his fat, long cock into my tight, little asshole. I gripped the trunk of his dick, squeezing down on it. The burn and ache gave way to pleasure and my eyes rolled back. “Yes,” I murmured, spreading my legs as wide as they would go. “Fuck me.”
He seemed only too happy to comply. Short, fast little strokes stretched me deliciously as his balls slapped up against my ass. They were heavy, swollen, laden with cum. The very thought of his hot, thick cream filling up my ass was almost too much to bear. I almost lost my load right then. I whispered his name. And I thought it would help me somehow, help me think more clearly. I needed to know that I wasn't fucking Buck. No. I was fucking his wicked, twin brother. The enemy.
He gasped over me, rocking his hips, plunging into my tight hole over and over. His strokes were smooth and hard. Japheth buried himself to the hilt and just circled his hips to bring me even more pleasure. I cried out, my lips trembling, my body taut. I could feel my orgasm building, tightening my balls and tingling at the base of my spine.
“Please!” I managed to choke out. I broke my rule. I begged him. And I knew I would do it again before the night was through.
Groaning, he picked up the pace, his hand curling around my dick again. He jerked me off as he plunged into my ass. “Please what?” he gritted between clenched teeth.
“Let me cum,” I said, my voice shaking, broken by my moans of pleasure.
A grin flashed over his face. “Cum for me,” he commanded.
But before I could, I felt his load spurt inside me. It was hot and thick, coating my insides in his cream. I slammed my hips up against his as he buried himself to the base of his throbbing, drooling prick. I felt him throb and spurt. His release sent me over the edge.
My hand grasped at the dirt as I came, my milk shooting in the air and landing on my abs and chest. My cum was hot, almost scalding my skin. A smile of pleasure and satisfaction spread across his sweaty face.
“Today you gave me your body but soon, you’ll give me your heart,” and with that, he kissed me on my forehead. It was a tender gesture and for reasons I didn't quite understand, it broke my heart.
A lone tear streamed down my cheek. In my mind I apologized to Buck, I’d done my all to resist him mentally, but Japheth was too powerful. Even harder to admit was that I'd wanted him to. I'd wanted him to have me, to fuck me. It filled me with regret and shame. I'm so sorry, Buck, I said in my own head. I hoped, wherever Buck was, that he could forgive me because I could barely forgive myself.
Chapter 2
As much as I wanted to forget about everything that had happened in the last day, the reek of guilt, hurt and pain clung to me like a permanent stench that would not go away. What ate at me and stung me over and over again like a million bees, was the thought that maybe Japheth was right. Maybe Buck really didn’t love me. Maybe he only meant to be with me so he could get what he wanted and then what? What would happen after he did? Just like all the others, he would leave me. Forget about me. Or worse.
I couldn’t stand the thought. Had whatever I had to offer been worth that much that he was willing to die for me, to trick me, to make me feel like he was in love with me and loved me for who I was? Was it so damned important that he had to lie to me like that? I realized then I didn't know Buck at all. Maybe all the wonderful things he'd shown me had been an illusion that my love-starved heart had so easily bought.
The thought made my stomach sink. Japheth may have been the Alpha male, but he insisted on feeding me himself. In fact, he wanted none of the other werewolves to be anywhere near me. It was if he were guarding me for himself. He was so greedy with me. I tried to stay objective, but with all the attention, it was hard. He did not want me to be tainted or perhaps tempted by anyone else. And though I told myself I was hurt and there was no way I would have any desire for anyone but Buck, I knew that was a lie. That thought shattered me. What kind of man was I if I could move on so quickly?
These men, these werewolves stank of passion, sexuality, lust and desire. It oozed off their pores. It was in their eyes, the way they looked at me, the way they licked their lips when they caught a glimpse of me. I could see their thoughts, I could smell them and what was worse, I was starting to crave them. They were a forbidden fruit, sweet and overripe. All I could do was imagine myself sinking my teeth in and tasting them.
They had a raw sexuality I’d never seen or experienced before with any of the men I’d ever been with, and believe me, I’d had my fair share. And although they’d never have my heart, as my mind wandered and lingered about, I knew it was only a matter of time before one of them, maybe a few had my body. I seemed to be hard-wired to accept and desire them.
“Are you hungry?” Japheth asked, entering with a bowl of fruit and a cup of juice.
I turned away, not wanting to look at him and be lured back into a compromising position. I was supposed to hate this man, and I was determined to do exactly that. He knelt down and set the bowl of fruit down before me.
“Eat,” he commanded, his voice stern as though he were talking to an unruly, petulant child.
And like a child, I wouldn't turn to face him. I kept my back to him, folding my arms over my aching stomach. I was starving, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
“Eat. Do as your told. You will need your energy.” There was no hint of the previous anger in his voice, just firm command.
“For what?” I demanded to know as my stomach further soured with a sinking feeling of dread and fear. I chanced a look at him over my shoulder.
For a second, he almost looked ashamed to say, “For la
ter.”
“And what’s happening later …?” I asked.
He lifted a grape up to my mouth, gently pressing the smooth, cool fruit to my bottom lip, “Eat.”
My eyes burned at his and I did what I was told. Truth be told, I hadn’t eaten most of the day and I was completely worn out. As I chomped down one large grape he fed me another and another. My tongue swept over his finger on accident and I fought down the urge to moan and gasp. Just the barest taste of his skin and I was swooning.
He slid the bowl of fruit in front of me. And I couldn’t help but grab the food with both hands and stuff it in my mouth, eating it as fast as I could. I didn’t know when my next meal would be or if it would come again, and I had to eat whatever I could. I did need my strength, I told myself. I would need it to refuse whatever came later.
I looked at him as he watched me, a smile curved around his lips, then a chuckle bubbled out.
“What?” I said my mouth full, my eyes narrowing.
“You eat like wolf,” he said, his tone warmed by bemusement.
“Thanks a lot,” I said sarcastically with a roll of my eyes.
“It was meant as a compliment,” he said brushing my hair back with his fingers and tucking the errant locks behind my ear. I turned my head to resist and he withdrew his hand as if he’d touched a scorching stove. He frowned deeply and looked away. But before he did, I thought I saw a flash of hurt in his eyes.
“Paul! Bring me the bathing supplies,” he commanded, turning his head toward the door. Smaller young men, beautiful men brought in a basin filled with clean water and cloths. One of them I recognized as the blonde kid I’d seen enduring, or more like enjoying, a gang bang with three other, larger werewolves at Buck’s home when they invaded it looking for me. He looked about my age, but I knew he must have been decades older in werewolf years.
“Be gone,” Japheth told them noticing how they looked at me lustfully and recognizing my lingering eyes on the blonde one. They obeyed.
